Anticipation

The build up to 'the date' started long before the actual day dawned. It started with the plan coming together. At last a night when work or other responsibilities wouldn't interfere, a night when neither of us had to be up early and off to work. The plan...she'd pick me up after work for a light dinner and then some heavy shopping. Her list included phenomenal amount of paraphernalia. A new strap-on, a new dildos (or two), a better pair of handcuffs, and a little something sexy for me.



The day dawned with a long list of to-dos that did not include masturbation. But my shower was long and slow as I shaved and cleaned and lightly scented every inch. A quick trim in other areas and then hair and make-up. What to wear posed the next problem. Most of my wardrobe is practical and functional, better suited to school than seduction, but a skirt and shirt would have to suffice.



All too soon it was time to go. Aware of what was coming (or what was cumming?) my heart rate was erratic and my fresh clean panties were quickly growing moist. Her knock at the door was an expected surprise.. My heartbeat tripled. Our opening kiss had me backed up against the door jam and ready to drag her into my room. Her hand traveled from cheek to breast to hip while the kiss deepened with promise. Pulling apart, her eyes darted down over my outfit. A quick lift of her eyebrow let me know I'd chosen well and the gleam in her eye assured me that she was excited as well. On the way to dinner her hand slid up and down my thigh while mine rested on her leg. Kisses at stop lights kept passions high. In the parking lot we nearly got carried away. She undid her seat belt, turned to me and pulled me into a deep, insatiable kiss. Her hands were driving me wild, finding my right nipple, tugging and twisting, pulling at the lower edge of my bra trying to get closer to the real contact. It was so hard to concentrate. Kiss. Run fingers across her breast. Moan wantonly when she massaged my crotch. Pull her mouth to my breast when she finally slid it free. Finally, breathless and very flushed she pulled away and said we needed to eat if we planned to shop before closing time.

I know we ate dinner. I'm not sure where we ate. I'm not sure what we ate. I know that my foot was firmly pressed between her legs throughout the meal and that she was warm and wet against my toes. I know her hand strayed as far as possible up my skirt. She asked if I wanted dessert and I told her I had something sweet in mind but it wasn't available on any menu and that if I had a say we'd skip shopping and head straight for her bed. Wicked, wanton woman that she is, she said no...and led me back to the car for the trip to the store.